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Acá, Pulco es un “madrinaje” para cocteles con o sin pisto (las)

Woo hoo 🇯🇵 woo hoo—who… Bob Sinclar stars as La Éponge Lollipop 🍭 … giddy-up Bob.

Acá—Pulco is a citrus drink, and if you know what Wink® tasted like in the 1980’s it’s kind of like that but without the carbonated fizz.

And Claudia? Well, Bob sin Claire³, La Presidenta just wanna have fun.

³~. If that’s how that Daft Punk, David, spell checks your name.

Note to wanna-be editors: if you cracked my email  password, and changed it yesterday morning at 09:21 CET, don’t be a bitch! Unless you are a fucking “madrina” for the powers-that-don’t want me to continue writing this blog straight out of a fucking FRENCH BAGAGERIE. For the record, don’t forget the CREATIVE COMMONS CREED : give credit (you little bitch) where credit is due.

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And now, back to Mexican news… Las Estúpidas Calaveritas : same as it ever was³

³~. Talking Heads in “this must be the place” 💀 Uruapan del Progr.eso, Michoacán.

 

It’s true, BLACK FRIDAY started on Halloween. Viva México y sus estúpidas “calaveritas”.

In Paris, France, it’s a Hazy Shade of “The Arab Spring” of December 2010³, but in the context of the Nepalese Generation Z of September 2025. Last time around, in 2010, I (Armando Segovia) was receiving my talents and skills visa from the French Consulate situated on Santa Monica Boulevard in West L.A., por aquellos días el poeta de la revista proceso, Javier Sicilia, todavía contaba con la presencia de su hijo Juan Francisco quien como hoy se sabe—hizo enojar a unos prepotentes de lo que hoy se conoce como “el pueblo bueno” de la llamada “4ª Transformación“ de la familia López Obrador ; this time around in 2025 i find myself in France as an undocumented “étranger” in part because of bad decisions of trust on my part, but mostly because of Mexicans in France who played the role of “Molina²” through this journey which continues to develops as i fingerbang with virtual keystrokes the lines of this most non-consequential blog.

Sin comentarios.

³~. The Arab Spring (in the opinion of several interviewees whom I asked to express their feelings about Mexican manifestations in Paris between 2011-2015) detonated the anger of a collective of  Mexican associations who, to put it in French terms, were butt-hurt on account of the cancellation (Feb. 6, 2011) of The Year of Mexico in France by the Mexican government. Sources close to Barbara Carol de Obeso told me (Armando Segovia) under the promise of anonymity that the nascent manifestations of Mexicans at The Trocadéro in March of 2011 who protested against the Mexican government because of LOS FEMINICIDIOS de Ciudad Juárez, was just a guise because “Los Amigos de México en Francia” would look stupid if they manifested instead, for all of the hard work that they (the aforementioned “amigos de México”) had put in their festivals, galleries, and TACO stands for the duration of what was supposed to be a bi-national celebration that would give those motherfuckers the French credibility that they (the “friends of Mexico”)  like to show-off in their cosmopolitan elite circles in Ecatepec, or Coyoacán… por decir.

Toward the middle of the novel, the reader finds out that Molina is actually a spy planted in Valentín’s cell to befriend him and try to extract information about his organization.

²~. Amigo “Francisco”… cualquier parecido with this cut–and–paste straight out of Wikipedia is because it happens to be your mirror image, alas I could not succinctly put all of the different “Molina’s” who continue to tag along me in order to get their “provisions” from higher-ups in the food-chain of influence in both Mexico and France.

7 Minutes to understand I fucking Told You So

La mafia (el narco) en Francia

“Avante, azione, traveling… 🗣️📣 SILENZIO.

 

Never mind Nicholas,  nevermind it’s just an ankle bracelet, but I MUST SAY, that French Accessoire would look great on Donald John Trump’s DRAFT-DODGING, overweight and freakishly deformed HEEL SPURS… what a little bitch-ass way to get out of wearing a military uniform in QATAR.

Dear Stéphanie Menou, i hate to say it, but how is your Mexican Cinema Club at the préfecture de Cité working out for your Narco-menou Deo needs?

Let’s review, Los LEVANTONeS are on the rise, cocaine use (at least by the empty baggies) that I see where French bobos party are starting to be more common than petty HASH.

12 Frases Célebres de Pépe Mujica:

1. Entre las naciones, como entre los adinerados de El Club de La Pájara Peggy en París, el respeto a la coca ajena no es mutuamente EXCLUSIVO de una “carne asada³” en en la banlieue.

Wait until 12 year olds start acting like little entitled “madrinas” for JUANITO Guanabacoa and those “pretty” little friends of Mexico at THE Luminor en EL BARRIO de LOS PUTOS, en Le Marais.

³~. Carne Asada is code in Ciudad Juárez, Chihuahua, for a party where one guest will be the cut into different pieces and then said pieces are simmered in a liquid that will dissolve all traces of humanity from the “special” guest at that macabre fest… but I (Armando Segovia) am sure that la bendita “police-de-la police” knew that already, but if you coq suckers don’t (know) just ask FLORENCE CASSEZ, she has a working background on how those “festivities” develop…  🎹 As Time Goes By 🎶 🎶 🎶so Stéphanie Menou, you must remember this:

I FUCKING TOLD YOU SO

A Jupi Shade of Soul… Ray Barreto, “el chacal” del Swing Tlo’piCAL

Se baila así… and Gaëlle Renard, you Foxy bitch! I bet that you did KNOT know that FIP, —yes fip, was invented not by the Very French, but by Mexicans in the year of our Lorde 1969 in Acapulco, where coincidentally Elvis Presley was crooning to the vacationing “mama citas” that it was not “Siesta Time”, it’s Cerveza Time! that’s what Elvis’ « madrinas » said.

From Acapulco to Madrid con escala en París — Forgetting to Remember and remembering to forget.

… and Alicia Menendez, Assad has left the building; Assad is now in Acapulco, which should put Representative Tulsi Gabbard’s support of the Dentist in Syria in SIESTA mode 😪, period!

Anyone who describes yesterday LAIC ceremony at Notre Dame de Paris (km. 0) as a “mass” knows shit from piss. Yesterday’s cérémonie was not a mass, —it was a ritual not unlike the ceremonies conducted inside of a .°. masonic .°. lodge, in Acapulco, por decir. So, with that in mind:

for the record, Carla Bruni, her sober black belt and, her Christian Dior outfit which she had already worn way back in 2008, returned TO FRANCE “le chic” which had been missing since I (Armando Segovia) noted to the French consulate fonctionnaires in Los Angeles, California, on Sun Set Avenue, just how bad-ass Sarkozy was; and if your name is Dr. Johanne Poisson, “girl Ewe know it’s True”, i provided the VOICe for the lip-synched presidencies of Hollande and (Donald Trump’s bitch) EMMANUEL MACRON, anyhow i did tell you back in 2008 that:

Évry body wants to be a cat,
and Bruni Sarkozy was the only camera-shot worth admiring next to the monumental CRAFT of stone, wood, glass and of course METAL, baby.

Well alright now… Previously on “Don Quijote de La Mancha

And in local news, the French Left is lollygagged in their own internal quest and are late to School.

French logick

June 14, that’s only ten Theys ago, and Five from Président Macron taking his toys and going home leaving a place called New Scotland, Caledonia, or something like that in a Shower of Shit, according to The Guardian. On that particular morning, the elementary school that ends where La Bagagerie begins awoke to an empty nude wall. The City, in it’s its infinitely wisdom removed the political metal frames where the faces of politicians are glued before an election, like the one announced by mister Macron after Le Pen knocked on his door, any hoot, common sense would dictate that said metal frames should have been left in place, just like the temporary ramp access ♿ for elderly drivers… I reckon that the City has to go through the affiche process, instead of just straight-pasting the next candidate’s mug over the losing ones, but no. It’s like all those god-damned copies at the préfecture. Long waste of logistics short, the affiche boards were re- installed four days after Macron took his toys home, and Grabiel, —yet again— lost another ministry.

I have a feeling the that if Jupiter would have remained cool and not stormed out of the playground after his team was put on time out, those motherfucking metal frames would still be standing, but why leave for tomorrow what can be done today.

They make an early start, the Enlighten and Pure lefties left the “affiches-es” with Lisa Leblanc in Québec, sources close the precious metals excavation enterprises-es relay that Lisa just said, “why do something today, when it could be done tomorrow,” adding, “Eye guess! ».

 

Meanwhile at Kay Central, Évry fox is wearing red.

Migrant Midgets from Outer Space vS Christian Gnomes from Trump Tower.

And in 20 minutes, it’s page 6… it’s true, La Trous 🕳️.

Toute agression physique et ou verbale envers le personnel hospitalier en EXERCICE DE  TRAUMATISÉE DES VICTIMES de violences sexuelles fera l’objet de poursuites POR MADRINAS JUDICIARIES.

ART. 106.3-FM du code penal de JUANITO GUANABACOA.

 

Anita… I’ve been to The Hill, an Eye HO’id, —the belle

✊🏽

Amarillo es mi color.

You Can Ring My Belle — Rated PG~13… Original Soundtrack by Pedro 🇵🇦 Navajas.

And starring as Blondie:

The Belle 🛎️

It’s really a big ol’timbre 👉 but it does the job, even though Congressman Scarborough is out of pitch, making Billions of U.S. Dollars in general election campaign advertisment, and giving out yatchs in Nantucket to his Rocerfeller cronies just like Fat Elvis used to pass Cadillacs to his Acapulco madrinas.

Fist in the air… books on a string. The Humanity, the Filthy French are sending books to the gallows, in the NAME of México 1968.

Long story-short, nevermind the “double-haters” vote, get yer’loo’s up to Polish 🚽 Standard because there is going to be a Civil War (around the world).

Europe’s soldiers keep quitting, just when NATO needs them

AND ZEPPELIN, goes here.

El Ángel Exterminador
Enter
“La Valkyrie”
de
Allah Triste

https ://www .politico .eu /article /nato-russia-ukraine-war-defense-france–germany–soldiers-army/

It’s going to be a wonderful time for all, not just for the victims of Israel… just like in 1938 when the little birdie flew up-side down with a twisted cross and a pretzel in it’s its Load.

Hoy no hubo Jazz, Lo’Real Lo/La mató

Yeah, I’ve seen that picture too, Juanito Guanavacoa in the role Francisco Belmont made sure that I saw it, can’t remember the year right now, (2014/15) but he said that he was on his way to Meaux but that on that day he had to go see about a doctor, or some steakout of the such.

🎶 The best things in life are free
But you can keep them for the birds and bees.

… Now then, Perrine Storme at BFM’ER TV, if you can line up the current events with Yesterday’s tangents, then you might be OUTSOURCED Aussi.

Ewe are KNOT going to believe what STAR spelt backwards turns out to be… a fucking SAPO

And in París, Juanito Guanabacoa is talking efemérides, he is already reading November’s historic events, but not without smearing the Ayotzinapa picture of Alicia Leos before she turned into a mariachi STAR.

Tíquete from the thickest thicket.

 

But that is not all, Juanito Guanavacoa is catching-up with September’s news of the They, but that is only because THE PARIS PRÉFECTURE has banned shitty harmonica jams while Israel is mourning. Instead, today’s Juanito Guanavacoa’s Show is formatted as a melodramatic telenovela of the AMLO’s fifth “informe de gobierno” de los Mexicanos del rancho de Botzaris, propiedad PRI°vada de una sociedad asociada desde 1901.

 

In Montreuil-sous-Bois… Freddy Cats has been commissioned to create live-action figurines of the IDF blowing Gaza babies into tiny “barbarian” pieces. The financing runs on Marianne’s deep-deep artist’s fiduciary funds for Fraternity Fronts.

It wasn’t me, it’s Marianne’s and her Institution’s fault, said the former Prime Minister, adding, give that ‘artist’ full RSA benefits (no questions asked) for being such a good madrina for the prefecture de police à Cité (75000) and Seine-Saint-Denis (93100).

…

Sorry, about that, had I known that French Hippocrates would turn out to be a Canadian hypocrite, Eye would have gone to Spain and finally see what la pasión de La Corrida is all about. Instead, I can confirm the hypothesis of the current Mexican president and which, proposes that « corruption » has been Mexico’s biggest problem, and this is where Manuel Valls and the sycophants from the proméxico crowd, plus “Las Fuerzas Vivas“ de John Mill Ackerman (y vaïa-Valla) que sí son Bien Bibas, eh, —es más, a Juanito Guanabacoa y a Los Amigos de México en la Casa de Jorge Harmodio (Instituto de la –ñ– en GEORGE V) les consta, pero es contra los intereses del profesor Alain Rouquié en la MAL217 del IHEAL en La rue de Memo de Sarah-n’dear, because that BOAT ⛵ that is about to Land at The Parvis del Beaubourg (París 3).

Driver’s license… and other assorted trámites en la bendita Îlle—de—Pécresse… have Eye told Ewe lately, D.A.T. Eye has a Combat Tank Operator and Driver’s license on file? It’s trou 🕳️.

…

amadou amiante is not the hook-up you want

 

Note to the owner of my CLONED sfr (benevolent) SIM CARD:

Wait for it…

Breaking in Yucatán… A Bailar en La Pista de Baile… El Botones 🛎️ 🕺🏽 Ay! 🧜🏻‍♀️

Bill Richardson moonlighted as Gilberto Bosques and that motherfucker spared Jimmy Buffett from having to sing Paul McCartney’s diddies for a Pinochet’s général on the trajineras–es—ES of Chris Rea’s 🏌️Rhodes to Hell.

And then “El Ratón Vaquero” rang the bell…. A la escuela, bola de putos! this is Hell Paso High. Issy, que se chupe los labios 💋 y que Chingue a Su Madre, “Cri~Cri” 🦗.

Not a matchstick man, those fucken’ cowards are in a TinderBox… they keep Hell lit-up when it occasionally “Freezes OVER”.

You are a coward, and enjoy your R.S.A. spoils, and that French retirement for V.I.P. godmothers and opportunists de La 1/5 République française.

The following is the real-time DRAFT of a de-railed investigative anthropologie, or as them FISHBONE once described in The Reality of My Surroundings³ : Give a Monkey a Brain and He’ll Swear He’s the Center of the Universe²…

³~. But that is only because, I can see for Miles, and beyond San Fernando, —en California.
²~. 🪘🙈🧑‍🚀🙉👮‍♂️🙊🧑‍⚖️🐒🃏🎷🪄🎺 https ://en .wikipedia .org /wiki /Give_a_Monkey_a_Brain_and_He’ll_Swear_He’s_the_Center_of_the_Universe

 

He looked so healthy… must have been them Hamburgers in COYOACÁN

HOW  SOON  IS  NOW
Messieurs SMITHS?

If only the Paris Tourism Board had the Spotlight — like a Voodoo Chile 👆🏞️

 

The Lives of Others (ISSY this is dedicated to JOHANNE GRACIA POISSON³) and THE FRENCH NAZI STASIquesqui LOVERS who clap at Juanito Guanabacoa.

And, Alicia Leos y sus Arrière (AS) might or, might not agree 👍 but I Know What Y’all Did in September of 2012/2013 at Balard (M8).

 

³~. Con especial dedicatoría para la señora Alicia LEOS y su MARIACHI “Las Arrière (AS°), but that is only because doña Alicia, like Dr. Poisson made the campechana official by documenting their intentions with La Bendita Préfecture, en otras palabras, como dice Katie Phangs: don’t think that Eye is into Ewe. Just the facts, mesdames.

https ://www .bbc .com /news /world-middle-east / cairo-masterplan-threatens-ancient-city-of-the-dead

Y… en Egipto, una nueva megalópolis is actually and literally running an express way over The City of The Dead. I was wondering why I kept being bugged about that Hitchhikers Guide in CAIRO.

En Italia, it’s a One-Tú with Verstappen y Pérez.

[This space for rent]

Mientras tanto…

The Wayback Machine y los jaraneros tapatíos.

Que Chingue A Su Madre³
“El Mudo”
Atte.:
EL CONJUNTO ÁFRICA

Note to RFPP y “sus” editores… Entre PEJE’s y MADRINAS.

If there is EVER, ever ever, any doubt why we THE STAFF, continue to make like the IMER NOTICIAS fellow, Mr. Nájar, that is to say —complaint or, faire LA PLAINTE  auprès du procureur de la République BANANERA de FRANCIA y sus medios en rfpp . net it~is because, y aunque no sea lo mismo ni sea igual, Eye would not allow a STASI cop to moonlight as an “ANGEL of culture” when torture was the 🔨  instrumento ⛏️ that he played THE BEST. (Clap, French motherfuckers, CLAP on RFPP).

https ://www .reforma .com /gana-pleito-de-marca-la-sonora-santanera-de-carlos-colorado /ar2488829 

³~. La hermosa Marina (Malinche) madre de todos los, las y LES mexicaines (including Pepito).

 

Al regresar, “Los Luchadores” con el más técnico de PASADENA, the one and only, Memo Hijo de Ricardo Martínez de La Garza…

Perros Bravos follows:/

The Son of a banker who roamed with many COYOTES during his early years in Coyoacán just boarded the TRAJINERA to El inframundo en Yucatán…

 

Please stayed tuned for sintonías…